I’ve seen them do this in Cambodia – they move the ducks from one paddy field to another, they use them to keep down various bugs and worms that live in the mud and would eat the rice crop. A village usually “shares” the ducks among all the farmers.

Ducks always sound like a bunch of old ladies gossiping at bingo. Edna is complaining to Ethel about her dicky knees, Beryl and Violet are comparing the shortcomings of their husbands and Mabel and Gladys are scandalising each other with the doings of the flibbertygibbet next door.

Reblogged this on Forget the Viagra, Pass Me a Carrot and commented:
I think that it is a testament to our human sentimentality that people would wait an age for 2,000 ducks to cross the road rather than envisage roasted and served up with orange sauce. It puts a new spin on ‘Why did the duck cross the road’

Hey watch what you say about us flibbertygibbets. Although strictly speaking we are flibbertigibbets and the first one was a male associate of Wayland the Smith. I got this nick when I looked up the old spelling of a family name (Lafferty) and found if was Fhlaithbheartaigh, my friends pronounced it flibb..etc.